Gemotions

A chill settled in around David like the impending winter. He stared at the kitchen table, the half-eaten dinner growing cold. Sarah had excused herself yet again, muttering something about a work project. He knew better. He’d heard the hushed tones coming from the back patio, the frantic whispers carried on the evening breeze. Each missed call felt like a physical blow. A dull ache settled in his stomach, a persistent weight.

He ran a hand through his hair, the strands falling limply against his forehead. The apartment felt vast and empty without her. The cheerful decor mocked his current state.

He thought of confronting her, but the words caught in his throat.